Page 16 of Traps and Gretchen

“Baby,” he croaked, kissing her as she sobbed out these pitiful confessions that shredded his soul. “I will be your home. And I will never allow you to leave because I share the same sick obsessions that you do.”

“You do?” she wept, her confusion tearing him to pieces.

“I’m far more jealous than you are.” A mountain of doubt sat on her pretty face as if that wasn’t possible. “For instance, I would like to fetch my knife and remove this disgusting dress that’s rubbing up against what only I should have and hiding what only I should see.” The sudden give in her worried expression had him ready to launch a full-blown freak-obsession tirade. “I’m jealous of things that would blow your mind.”

Her slow smile lit up his blood. “Like what?” she whispered, guarded and yet hopeful that anybody could possibly want her to any degree. To think his Fyoo-rie suffered such an abominable lie and existence was almost unbearable.

“I should start with everything you love that isn’t me. I don’t even want to name the blasphemous items but to avoid incurring my psychotic wrath, I will, I must.” Her big laugh made him smile as he leaned in closer to her face. “At the very top of the list would bebooks.” He nodded with zero remorse at her shocked, gasping laugh. “The pages you finger, the spine thatyou caress, the plot that woulddarecapture your attention and especially the bastard author who wrote it.”

“That issoobsessed!” she cried, clearly thrilled. “What else?” she whispered, biting her smile.

“I’ll have to remove the pillows from the house because nothing gets to touch your pretty face all night but me. And you will have to go without bedsheets because I’ll be damned if something besides me wraps your beautiful body all night. And then there’s the problem of utensils.”

He chuckled at the big booming laugh she gave, so unladylike, so raw and real. “I’m the only thing that needs to be entering this furious little mouth.”

She leaned and kissed him, moaning and grunting to reach more. “Aren’t you jealous of these ropes? Biting into my skin? Shouldn’t you be the only one biting me and punishing me?”

“My ropes are an extension of me, Petite Fyoo-rie.” He slid his fingers over the ones across her chest, grazing her nipples. “Do you hate this part of me?”

She stared at him and nodded. “I do. Because it’s notyou.”

“It is not me,” he assured, his heart raging in his chest at her words. “But it allows me tobeme.”

“Then tie me with a million knots,” she whispered, again fighting to reach his mouth. “Just so youtouch me.Everywhere. Always. I’m so very hungry, Neelo,” she gasped. “Hungry to feel you with my own fingers.”

Furiousfuck.

He hurried off the bed and wrapped the ends of both ropes holding her legs around his fists then slowly lowered her.

Climbing back on the bed, he pulled her forward gently and released the box knot.

“Oh,” she gasped when he gently lowered her arms then rubbed her shoulders.

“Better?”

She looked up at him then at his chest. “I promise I’m not being a copycat but… I’m jealous of your clothes too.”

“Then you should remove them,” he said, his breaths already thick.

She made her way on her knees before him and reached for the first button of his black flannel.

He angled his head, stroking his fingers over her face. When he grazed her lip, she gasped and sucked his middle finger.

“Fuck,” he whispered, hunger exploding at the bold act and sight. He fucked her mouth, his cock now jealous of his finger. “So hungry, Fyoo-rie. And so slow,” he half-growled, yanking his shirt open. She returned her attention to the job and shoved the material open, her mouth descending like a ravenous firestorm. He speed-wrapped her ponytail in his fist and took control, pulling her mouth up to his while her hands continued on a rapid hunt for more food. She found his cock, her breaths shaking around her moans as he devoured that little tongue. “You want it?” he moaned when her fingers clawed at the denim. He barely got his pants over his ass when she fought to lower her mouth. He held the base of his cock, aiming the head up while holding her mouth inches away from it. “You want my cock baby?”

“Yes!”

“Sit.”

She gave a desperate cry and sat, fighting again to reach his cock with her open mouth.

Her hunger clashed against his grip on her ponytail as he guided her. His seething gasp erupted when she took as much as she could to the back of her throat and moaned her ecstasythrough his shaft and balls while her nails clawed every fucking where they roamed. The combination of what she was doing to him, that she was so starved to do it, and the fucking erotic sounds she made had him already at orgasm. He yanked her head back by her ponytail, not wanting to come in her mouth for his first orgasm with her. He tugged her up, devouring her mouth as he lay her back on the bed, realizing immediately they were both still clothed.

“Undress,” he ordered, ripping his shirt all the way off and sitting to get out of the rest of his clothes.

When he turned, she sat on her calves, both arms covering her naked breasts a look of worry mixed with her raging desire. The combination woke dormant hungers in him as he pushed her onto her back and moved her arms. Her tight nipples brought a screaming lust in his ears as he lowered and unleashed his own hungers. Her fingers pulled in his hair as he sucked like a babe at her breasts, kissing every inch of them before taking hold of her hands and planting them above her head so he could control the madness consuming them.

“Neelo,” she gasped as he lay between her legs.

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